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Sam
"His name is Aris, he has almost been here for a week. He was in a maze full of girls, lucky shithole!" A teenager intervenes, pushing his brown hair back from his green eyes and sitting at our table, a group of boys following him.
"A week?" Thomas wonders, aloud.
"That's right, his group was taken a couple of days ago." The boy tells us, green eyes full of confusion. "My name's Daryl, nice to meet you guys."
"Minho, this is my girlfriend Sam and our son Alex." Minho replies, looking at Daryl with a challenging smirk, "This here is Newt, Frypan, Winston and the ugliest shank in the world: Thomas."
Thomas rolls his eyes, and from the corner of my vision I see Aris watching us, ears almost pricked up and the sound of Thomas's name.
Daryl clenches his jaw, shooting me a wink and standing up, leaving the dining hall with his group - guards escorting them to their room. "I really don't like that shank." Minho huffs, plonking his elbows onto the table roughly.
"Everyone, it's time to take you to your rooms. Please don't make a scene, the guards will lead you there. Thank you." Mr Janson calls through a megaphone, the guards beginning to take the groups away to our rooms.
A small group of guards approach us, large launchers slung over their shoulders, "Time to go." A familiar voice says, the female guard helping me to my feet.
Thomas passes me Alex as we leave the dining hall, following the other Gladers around the corridors, finally reach our room. The guard unlocks the door, pushing open the metal opening, marked with an A.
"Enjoy your stay. We will take you to breakfast in the morning." A guard explains, slamming the door in Thomas's face, the lock clicking as they do so.
The boys pound on the door a couple of times, unsatisfied with the 'jail cell'. I carefully lay Alex on a bunkbed, covering him with a faded white blanket.
"Things were all good yesterday." I sing, stroking Alex's dark brown hair from his face, "And then the devil took your memory And if you fell to your death today I hope that heaven is your resting place I heard the doctors put your chest in pain But then that could have been the medicine And now you're lying in the bed again. Either way I'll cry with the rest of them." I lightly kiss his head, Alex's eyes growing heavy as I sing the next verses.
Minho
I stop pounding at the door, a soft voice singing from in the corner of the room:
"And my father told me, son It's not his fault he doesn't know your face And you're not the only one." Sam rubs her thumb gently across Alex's hand as he falls asleep, mouth parted peacefully.
I wrap my arms around Sam, leaning over and pecking her cheek. She closes her eyes, leaning into my chest as I kiss down her jawline and down her neck. I stop peppering her with kisses and begin to massage her shoulders, her body goes limp in my arms, Sam's soft snores filling the room.
"I haven't seen her that happy, from well, as long as I can remember." Thomas whispers, crouching down next to me, "She really loves you, Minho."
I nod, "We all need her as much as I do."
"I call dibs on the first bunk!" Frypan yells out, Winston beats him to it.
"Too slow!" He laughs, smirking at Frypan, sassily.
Frypan rolls his eyes, "I never wanted it anyway." He mutters, slouching on the bottom bunk underneath Winston.
"I'm going to get some shuteye, g'night." Newt whispers, patting my back and climbing onto the bunk above me, Sam and Alex.
I wrap my arms protectively around Sam, Alex resting in her embrace, and pull her into my chest. Falling into a deep sleep.
